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" Minetti made no comment. "I see you have bought a pistol," he observed. "Yes," replied Suvaroff. "You have wasted your money, my young friend," declared the hunchback. "You will never use it." With that Minetti left the room. Suvaroff laid the pistol on the table and threw himself upon the bed. He lay there without moving until morning.... Toward six o'clock he rose. He went over to the table and deliberately put the pistol to his temple. The coldness of the muzzle sent a tremor through him.... He put down the weapon in disgust. * * * Suvaroff stayed away from the wine-shop for two nights, but finally the memory of its fascinating shadows lured him back. The fat bartender saw him enter, and came forward with a bottle of brandy. Suvaroff smiled grimly and said nothing. He turned his back upon the company and began to watch the shadows enter and disappear. To-night the puppets seemed more whimsical than grotesque, and once he nearly laughed. A shadow with an enormous nose appeared; and a fly, as big as a bumblebee, lit upon the nose and sat rubbing its legs together in insolent content. A hand, upraised, struck at the fly. The nose disappeared as if completely annihilated by the blow, while the fly hovered safely aloof. Feeling encouraged, Suvaroff took another drink. But the more he drank the less genial were the shadows, and by midnight they all had become as sinister and terrible as ever. On the way home to his room Suvaroff suddenly remembered that he had a friend who was a druggist. "Perhaps he can give me something to make me sleep," Suvaroff muttered. But the drug-store was closed. Suvaroff climbed wearily up the stairs of the Hotel des Alpes Maritimes. Minetti was sitting on the steps near the third landing. "I was preparing to go home," said the hunchback. "What kept you so late?" "I went around another way," answered Suvaroff. "I thought I might get something from a druggist friend to help me sleep." They stood before the door of Suvaroff's room. Suvaroff opened the door and they went in. "Sleeping-powders are dangerous," observed Minetti, throwing his hat upon the bed. "So I fancied," replied Suvaroff, dryly. "Where do you spend your nights?" Minetti demanded suddenly. Suvaroff sat down. "Watching shadows in a wine-shop." "Ah--a puppet show!" "No, not exactly. I will explain.... No; come to think of it, there is no explanation. But it is extremely amusing. To-night, f
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